WHEN David Cameron told radio DJ Christian O'Connell that "too many tweets might make a twat" in 2009, he handed commentators a big stick to thwack him with. But Cameron, who finally joined Twitter this weekend (thwack -- ouch -- thwack -- ouch), was right, albeit unwittingly so. Twats, or Twitter spats, have become one of the joys of the social networking site.
Unlike a row over email or the phone or even in public, a Twitter spat plays out in real time in front of everyone who cares to follow you, anywhere in the world. I suggest we all use some of our 140 characters on the hashtag #fight!fight!fight! in future to alert the Twitterverse when a particularly juicy barney is going on.
We all use some our 140 characters on the hashtag #fight!fight!
While queen of spats India Knight spent most of yesterday taking issue with mental health charity Mind, the latest insta-battle pitted Guardian columnist Deborah Orr against Times journalist Sarah Vine, who also happens to be Mrs Michael Gove. When the Education Secretary tweeted that he was in a bookshop with his daughter, Orr opined (in a message that has since been deleted) that "it had never occurred to me that this man had had sex". Cue an angry response from Vine, ostensibly concerned with her nine-year-old daughter's feelings but clearly springing to her hubby's defence. It culminated with Vine implying that Orr sent her children to private school, thus rendering her views on Gove's policies, and her personal dislike of him, irrelevant.